by: Sanja Dragojlov
The forest rests in shadowy slumber
the silence laces over everything like spider webs
the sun resigned an hour ago,
giving way to glowing moon
and in the midst of all this tenebrous silence
the strangest thing did happen there
a witch girl and her sisters began brewing despair.
Cursed, it’s what she was
heart pierced with black night
she turned hellish eyes toward her sisters
and lifted the dagger, painted with his blood
blood tinged with starlight.
She stares and dreams of silvery hair
and translucent wings
while the beast within crawls through
ripping and shredding through every pore
until she gasps and falls to her knees
her eyes seeing no more.
With fingers like knives
she tears out her heart
the black and red spilling on snow
she dips one in and draws his face
so that dark Hell would fall in love
with the trickster and his crooked smile.
All around her sisters dance
and fumes rise in the still, twilit sky
while she drops her heart
all broken tendons and bloody parts
and shattered, she starts to cry.
The fumes rise and fall
breaking against pale night
startling the crows and owls
who take off in frenzied flight.
The smoke travels, suffocating, twisting
killing all in its path
a ruthless monster, a devil in disguise
it travels to the faerie courts
listening, waiting, crawling through the trees
it reaches the Unseelie Prince
dreams of dark hair and ruby lips
is the last thing he sees.
Walking through the forest,
the strangest thing occurred there
two figures cloaked in black and silver
huddle together, their mouths so close
as if they were breathing each others’ air.
Upon closer look, the witch girl smiles
while the Unseelie prince unhooks
the last starlight from her hair.